Hi

Florin Dragoș Minculescu

Hi, 

I am the dream 

Appearing to the dreamer.

Hi, 

I am the dreamer

To which the dream appears. 

 

Hi, 

I am the existence

Appearing to the one who's living.

Hi, 

I am the one who's living

Appearing to existence. 

 

Hi,

I am None of the above 

Appearing to All of the above.

Hi,

I am All of the above

Appearing to None of the above.

 

Hi, 

You? 

 

  • Author: Florin Dragoș Minculescu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2022 03:22
  • Category: Friendship
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    Hi
    sorry to disappoint,
    I'm still trying to perfect the art
    of spreading me butter on toast
    while the bread, is still
    warm enough, and all that melted goodness can be soaked-up..
    later
    I plan to challenge myself
    a little more, like musing
    on those subconscious choices I make in life
    maybe, I'll read of Jung's shadow a little
    dream, whilst hoping my nightmares don't invade
    for a while..
    (lol
    thank you, for sharing
    a fun read and creative exercise to join in;
    might be nice to try and share this with our MPS community, as a poem
    you invite others to add a stanza to)

    • Florin Dragoș Minculescu

      First of all, you DO NOT disappoint.
      And I\'ll tell you why. People take life for granted, which is why they are unaware of its significance. The mere fact that you describe the moment when you spread the butter on the bread is absolutely ritualistic. The movements you make, the body position you have, all these are part of a process that you did not invent and that anyone can recognize but which is essentially deeply ritualistic. If you spread the butter on the bread in a different way, in another context you would feel weird. Why? If we met and talked and I touched my nose, with my finger, all the time, it would seem out of place. Why?
      Life is ritual, even if we don\'t see it. And the ritual means depth, a depth that we become aware of when we pay attention.
      The deepest ritual of life is perception, without it we could not act and it is closely related to the structure of values, because we act towards what we consider to be a higher value than the one we have at the time of the decision.
      Second , thank you!
      About sharing with MPS community , well posting poetry for me it\'s enough and anyone is free from my perspective to do whatever it wants regards to my posted poetry. 🙂

      • L. B. Mek

        what wonderful depth of kindness, to your reply
        full of nuanced insight and wisdom
        'The deepest ritual of life is perception/observation,'
        wise words, Indeed!
        thank you for choosing to share, dear Poet



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